Til I Collapse

by eclyptyk neo

COMPLETED. Sequel to: ORDINARY WORLD. A new school year starts for the students of Reefside High. Mesogog and Zeltrax are gone. But a new evil has entered the scene with a shocking past. Can the rangers defeat their newest enemy?

49. Dismissed

A/N2: I want to apologize greatly for the long wait. I have been fairly busy with school, so it hasn't been easy making the time to post or get working with this story. But I hope you like what I managed to pull. Only one chapter remains and well...it is the end. Or is it? Only one way to find out. Read on. And hope you enjoy. See you when I do. And may the powers always protect you.

'Til I Collapse - Part Forty-Nine: Dismissed
Sequel to: Ordinary World

Summary: It is Graduation Day for the class of 2005.

Disclaimer: Power Rangers is not mine. None of the names mentioned are intentionally of anyone I know, but merely for fiction contents aside from Krista, who had been apart of the DT series. If they are, it was merely coincidental. My respect goes out to anyone who has ever lost anyone in the wake of a horrible tragedy; natural or unnatural.

A/N: Class of 2005, you are dismissed! I had to do it. I just had to put in that memorable moment for our heroes. It was much needed. And is semi-linked to my own graduation. So, enjoy. I mean, I know I'm like way behind with this whole update thing, but I've been busy. You understand, right? Well, you'd better. 'Cuz writing something like this is much harder than sitting there and reading it. But yeah, only one chapter remains. Enjoy!

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"You are dismissed! We did it. We finally did it. We get to throw our caps high and hold our diplomas tight. We are no longer high school students, but men and women set to take on the real world. And we have been through a lot, but we still pulled through and we are set to do anything. Our future is our own and we get to make it what we want. "-Eclyptyk Neo
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May 28th, 2005, early morning, 5:00am.

Barely seeing the sun peaking out over the horizon, Trent Fernandez--his legal name, as it was finally settled only days ago--had gotten up early that day. Today was the day. It was the big day. He would be graduating among his friends and fellow peers only hours from now. Though, still holding a heavy heart for those who would not be joining them on their momentous day, he had knelt down in silence to pay his respects.

A total of eleven seniors would not get the chance to walk with their fellow classmates on this day; six of them had not deserved their fate at all. They were laid to rest, within the week; many had come to pay their respects to their fallen classmates. Krista Melissa Johnson, the environmental activist and Conner McKnight's girlfriend, was going to attend classes at the University of San Francisco and major in Geography and Environmental Studies. Robert Glenn Montana, a star football player, was going to go play for the University of Miami. Ashley Jo Medina and Jared Scott Wright had both agreed to join the Army and would begin basic training during the summer in Fort Walton, TX. Dennis Joel Platte had actually landed an acting contract in Hollywood and would have began shooting for a new comedy movie alongside Adam Sandler in July. Shawn Allen Brown was merely a face who had no idea what would come of his future, except to ride it out every single day having fun.

The other five were teens who had been holding a gun in their hands as a threat to take down anyone in their path. Three of them were the ones that Dr. Oliver had taken down by his own wits and courage. Raymond John Williams was known as a street-wise-cracking teen who had been brought up on the streets of Compton until his parents sent him to Reefside to stay with his aunt. Jacob Thompson could express his feelings through his artwork, but rather reserved around others. Kyle Daniel Robertson was always a mystery to everyone, a quiet character who didn't have many friends. Juan Alberto Lopez, cousin to Carl Lopez, had always been a troublemaker the day he stepped into Reefside High, Christian Antonio Salazar was Juan's best friend who always found a way to cause ruckus to the school even on a normal day.

Trent had wished he could ask the assailants why they had decided to do that, and even why they decided to take their lives just so they wouldn't get convicted or so no one could question them about their motives. He had hated that he may never know why that had gone down, but made him look at life in so many new and different ways.

After several minutes had passed, he rose to his feet and disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Dressed in a set of nice black dress pants, an off-set white long-sleeved dress shirt and a black and gray designed tie, he left the house closer to 6:00am, heading over to the Reefside Hospital. There was one person he needed to see before he would head over to the school for roll call at 7:30am.

He had walked through the quiet halls of the hospital up to his father's room. A silence came with him, as he carried his navy blue cap and gown in hand, as he continued on. He had to admit, he had not gotten used to the walk down those halls, even if it has been going on for more than two weeks now. He just never liked walking down the halls, hearing and seeing the same thing.

There was no progress. There was no reality to say it, but somehow, Trent knew his father was dying. That he had fought for so long, and he just couldn't hold on anymore. But no one could have the heart to tell him that, not even Adam. Trent had never seen the Korean man more stressed out than in the past two weeks he had been fighting to keep Anton alive. And Trent had to thank his friend for all his effort. He was glad to have someone he could truly trust with his father's life.

He had quietly walked into the room, lit dimly by the sun's rays as they peeked in through the curtains. Pulling them free, Trent had let some light into the room before setting the cap and gown on a chair and walking over to the bed where his father laid.

Looking over at the machine that read Anton's vitals, he watched the slow, steady heart beat, the patterns of brain waves and other key vital signs. But Anton Mercer had not shown any signs of progress since he was admitted into the hospital weeks ago. He was in a deep state of a coma, and he wasn't coming out of it. Trent kept telling himself that would get better, but it wasn't happening. There was just no way to say this; but as far as he could tell, Anton Mercer was already dead despite what the vitals were showing on him.

That's what crushed Trent's spirit even more. In the time he had hoped to see his father recover from that final battle, he had not. He had gone to see his second legal guardian, Dr. Oliver, told him about the progress of his father, and like always found encouraging words from the science teacher. But on his last visit, it was clear that both of them had gotten more worried with the status of the businessman / scientist. He may not make it.

He wasn't showing any signs of improvement, and Adam had been doing more than he would have liked to revive the man. His ninja practices, not exactly certified under medical law, were all that came between him and saving the man by a form of sorcery, per se. He had worked a little with it over the course of the past two weeks, but Anton still had not responded.

Trent leaned against the bar on one of the sides of the bed, letting out a breath as he looked at the coma-stricken Anton. He tried to push the mixed emotions and tears away, but they didn't stop from falling. "Hey, dad. How are you doing? I'm all right." He choked back the tears as he looked away to catch his breath. "Today's the big day. I'm finally graduating from high school. So, you now have every right to kick me out of the house and make me fend off for my own. But I was really hoping you would have recovered by now. You should be awake. You should be up and about. You should be just fine by now. You should be there to see me and my friends graduate, but you're stuck here in this damn hospital bed. I would gladly trade places with you right now, dad. I would. You don't deserve this. You've already been through enough torment. We shouldn't add to it. I mean, I know that you're proud of me. And words for you, sometimes, they're hard to express. But I know what you're trying to say. That you do care about me and that you are proud of me, but you never could really say it completely. I just wish I could have been a little bit faster, or you wouldn't have to be in this bed right now. I know I told you about what happened to us nearly a week ago. And Dr. Oliver is recovering well, and so is Conner. But he is still scarred. We all are. I guess you're kinda lucky you didn't have to face that. I mean, it was scary. It really was. I don't think I ever really held a gun before in my entire life. A toy gun, or a blaster. But not a gun that was packing that sorta muscle." He shuddered as he sunk back into the chair set close to the bed.

For a moment, he caught his breath. He closed his eyes and tried to look into the future. Look to the celebration of graduating and watched as he and his friends would go up on stage, grab their diplomas, turn their tassels and cheer like they've never cheered before. He could see it play in his head, but no faces. It was like they were all blank. And it wasn't very clear. It was really fuzzy which didn't make any sense to him.

When he had opened his eyes, he didn't realize that he began to perspire just a little bit. He was getting nervous. He had to give a speech before his classmates, and as he had recited it last night in his head, over and over again but he continued to change it in his head right now. He knew he wouldn't be reading completely from the script, but it was enough to make him nervous. He was no true public-speaker. He was still trying to move away from the sorta reserved, shyness of his past, open up a little more, but it was taking a long time to break the habit.

He took a breath as he shook his head. He wasn't only sweating over the thoughts of giving a speech. Fear ran over him as he thought of the moment he ever touched that gun, firing it and have one pointed at him still lived like a nightmare in his head. And he just couldn't get it out of his head. He had to keep telling himself that nothing bad would happen on this day. They were told that there would be undercover cops all over the place, but just that thought alone made him more nervous.

"I'm freaking out, dad. I don't know why, but I can't seem to get those images out of my head. It is so hard. I mean, how could this happen? For people--our fellow students--to go out there with guns and go on a rampage to terrorize the school. What has happened to society? Has our youth really been brought up with more negativity or been influenced by the darkened media? There are just so many questions to ask, and I know you don't have all of the answers, but I wish that you were awake to actually hear what I'm telling you. I miss you, dad. I do. You don't need this. You don't deserve this. You've already been fighting longer than you need to. I'm so sorry."

Another silence fell over the teen as he hoped to get some reaction from his father. But there was nothing. Then he heard a beep from the monitor. His blood pressure had dropped down another point, which meant he was losing it. Forcing air into his lungs, Trent shook his head as he looked at the motionless figure.

"Hang in there, dad. You just gotta. I can't afford to lose you, too. No. Not now. Not now," he got to his feet as he leaned over to look at his father.

He could see the perspiration develop on his father's forehead. Had Anton heard his son this entire time, but had no means to contact him? Or was it just the shock of trying to break out of the coma? Was he finally coming to?

BEEP! BEEP!

His heart beat had dropped another two beats as Trent slowly took a step back. He watched the vitals go haywire, going slow then rising. And he watched as his father had gone into shock. Racing to the door, he pulled it open, calling for assistance. For help. The vitals had become a more rapid beat as he looked back over at his father. He was in shock.

"Somebody help! I need help in here. Anybody, please!" Trent yelled out.

Up the hall, Adam had peeked out of the receptionist's office before racing up the hall, pushing past all of the other nurses in the hall. He came to a halt at the threshold of the door and saw the man had gone into cardiac shock in less than five minutes.

Slamming the door shut behind him, he told Trent to secure the door and make sure it was locked. He raced over to the man as Anton rocked the bed. Adam placed a hand on Anton's neck as he took a breath, his eyes falling on the monitors and then back to the man. He had to work fast, or he knew he would lose him all together. And he didn't want that to happen.

Driving something into one of the I.V.'s, it had slowed down the beats a little bit, but not enough. Trying to knock him out by hitting a pressure point, it only set off a nerve in Anton's arm as he swung sending the doctor to the ground.

Trent was too freaked to figure out what to do. He had no idea how to react, praying mostly for the survival of his father, but it was clear that something was wrong. And he didn't know what.

Adam breathed as he got to his feet, tapping on Anton's face as he saw the eyes of the man on the bed open. "Anton! Anton, listen to me! Snap out of this! Relax."

But the man had not reacted as the medical doctor hit another pressure point. It made Anton's arm tense again as he swung it, hitting Adam again. Adam had planted his feet to embrace the impact as he tried to pin the arm to the bed, letting his other hand lay on his head, and concentrating, he tried to enter the mind of the other man.

Still wrestling with the man in shock, Adam had a hard time concentrating. Trent had pushed himself against the wall in fear, tears had streaked down his face. He didn't know how to react. He couldn't see another person go. Not another. Not him. His knees shook as he tried to keep himself up, but he had to lean against the cabinet to keep himself up.

A few moments had passed and the struggle had stopped, but Adam had collapsed against the side of the bed and the vitals had returned to normal.

"Adam," Trent raced over as he pulled the medical doctor to his feet.

"Trent," the voice was not that of Adam, but of Anton Mercer as the teen almost dropped the guy he knew as the black ninja ranger.

"Dad?" Trent said with confusion.

The medical doctor had leaned against the railing of the bed, holding himself there. His eyes still shut, Trent had watched as the lips of the man on the bed had slowly moved, but the words seemed to be coming out of Adam's mouth. And he could only conclude it was the mental connection Adam had managed to create, but for how long was not a given.

"It's me, son. But I am afraid I cannot continue this battle anymore," the man replied as he shook his head.

"Dad, you can't say that. You gotta..." Trent protested as he shook his own head.

"I am sorry, Trent. I've done all I can. But this is one battle I will not be winning. I'm sorry, son. Tell everyone I will miss them greatly. I have fought for far too long, and my body just can't hold on anymore. I am proud of you son. No doubt about it. I've heard everything that you've told me over the course of these two weeks, and give my condolence to Conner as well. Tell Elsa I am sorry we never got to have a better relationship and..."

"Dad, no," Trent shook his head with more fear as tears continued to fall. He couldn't believe this.

After all the talk about hoping to see Anton recover, to finally have a chance to talk to him after all these weeks, he had given up. Trent just couldn't believe that his father would just pack his bags and call it quits. "Don't say that, please. We can still help you."

"You already have, Trent. You saved me from myself, my evil self in Mesogog. And I finally got control of him, used him to our advantage and we seized the day and won. Well, you did. The Power Rangers did. And I know you'll only become stronger from this tragic event that shook the halls of Reefside High..." he continued to say. Either he didn't hear his son at the moment, or he had to get this all out before the connection was lost.

"Dad, listen to yourself!" Trent had to raise his voice a little. "You're gonna give up on all of this? You're gonna take away your life when you still have a chance to beat this?"

"I can't," the man in the bed shook his head just as the medical doctor followed his action, almost like a puppet. "Mindshatter took more out of me than I would have known. As Mesogog, it felt like nothing, but now in human form, it is much harder to fight. I'm sorry, Trent. There is nothing more you or Adam, or anyone else can do for me. It is my time to go. I love you, son. Take care. And may the powers always protect you."

Trent froze in his tracks. Did he just hear it right? In the years that he had called Anton his father, he had finally spoken the three words that meant a whole lot more to him than the riches his father could provide to him. Anton had really loved him as his own.

Then he watched the medical doctor take back his own breath. The man on the bed fell limp, and the medical doctor stirred with a little echoing cry of the frog. And when Trent had looked away, it seemed like he had hit reality all over again.

And the vitals had gone off the wall again, and Trent watched as the medical doctor had returned to normal, trying to calm down Anton, but he could not.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Trent could feel his heart stop in his chest as Adam turned to look at him. It seems as if he was trying to tell the teen something, but at that point, Trent's mind was swirling and spinning. Nothing seemed to make sense to him.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Adam had pinned the man to the bed, hearing the pounding on the door outside. It was clear that more nurses and doctors had been alerted about the situation and were offering their expertise and help, but Adam had refused to open the door.

BEEP!... BEEP! ... BEEP!... BEEP! ...

"No. Not now. Please, not now!" Adam bit his tongue as he watched the vitals begin to slow down. "Anton, stay with me! You can't do this now! Not now!"

BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Flatline.

Adam had quickly rubbed his hands together and placed them on the man's chest. Thanks to his ninja skills, he could create a set of his own electrical currents with the energy around him. Using his own palms to set up the power, he drove the energy into the man, hoping to bring him back to life.

... BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP!...

"Damn it! C'mon, Anton. Don't do this now! Hang in there," Adam cursed as he tried again.

... BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP! ...

From the corner of the room, Trent had watched as the moments that Adam was trying to revive his father from death, it seemed to turn into hours. The hours into days. Trent could no longer think at all. His mind a void of emptiness as he tried to make sense of all the things he had heard his father tell him only minutes ago.

"He knew he was going to die. Somehow, he knew," Trent shook his head as he spoke quietly to himself. He had recited the last set of words his father had told him before he fell back into shock. "'I'm sorry, Trent. There is nothing more you or Adam, or anyone else can do for me. It is my time to go. I love you, son. Take care. And may the powers always protect you.'"

But Anton had told him that he actually loved him. That he did mean more to the businessman than someone to parade around and push into taking over the family business--but he was like the son he had wished he could have had.

And now he was gone. The minutes had gone by so slow, but nothing could be done.

... BBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP! ...

The body went limp, never to move again. Motionless on the bed. The medical doctor loomed over the man for a moment before shutting off the machines looking over at the shaken teen in the corner. He had quickly pulled up a clipboard recording the last set of status on it before tossing it onto the side table.

Anton Latham Mercer was pronounced dead on May 28th, 2005 at 7:07am at the age of 40.

He had slowly moved across the floor as he wrapped the teen into his own shaken embrace. "I'm so sorry, Trent."

But Trent could find no words to say to the medical doctor as his grip tightened around his friend in black. He knew that Adam did all he could do, yet he didn't think that Adam could recall those moments he had made the mental connection with Anton. But he had not wanted to question the medical doctor. He figured it was the last bonding he would make with his father, and it was only meant for the two of them alone.

After they had had a moment to grasp what had just happened, the embrace was broken. "Are you gonna be okay? I mean I know you got that speech to give, but..."

Trent had cleared his eyes as he let air into his lungs. It wouldn't be easy. It wasn't. Not on a day like this. "No. I'm gonna do it. I have every right to do it now. Thanks, Adam, for all you did."

"Not a problem, Trent. I'm sure your father is proud of you either way," Adam nodded slowly.

Trent had looked away, letting those last few words he heard from his father play in his mind over and over again. His father did care and loved him for more than just a trophy. And that was one thing he thought he would never get to know about his father, if he did look at his son in more than just another person. And he did. And that's what kept his head high, though he was struggling with the hurt on the inside. "I know he is."

"Well, you need to go and head over to the school. I'll take care of this," Adam said as he grabbed the teen's cap and gown and handed it over to Trent. "Keep your head high, Trent."

The teen nodded, thanking his friend before leaving the room. But despite the factor of keeping his head high, he was hurting. Hurting a lot. But for some reason, he was hiding it well, more physically. But he knew that he couldn't from his teammates. Not when he heard the faint cry of the drago mourning over the news as well as the faint spirit of the frog, too. Or maybe they wouldn't hear it at all and that was his own thoughts he would be dealing with.

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The Oliver homestead.

In the master bedroom, Tommy Oliver had looked himself over in the mirror almost blankly.

Something else seemed to be on his mind, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Or why he couldn't seem to think at that very moment in time. It seemed almost as if a part of him just was ripped away and no one could fill it back up. He had hoped it was nothing. Prayed that it was nothing. But many times, he couldn't doubt this gut feeling he had. Something was wrong, and it was clear that there was. He just didn't know what.

He had been dressed in some dark khaki slacks with a black long-sleeved dress shirt. A black tie had finished it off as he leaned against the dresser letting out a breath. When he stood back up, he watched as a gown--designed for those with a doctorate's degree--fell through his arms and around his shoulders, watching as his wife had slipped the graduation gown on him. The bell-shaped sleeves fit rather loose, yet snug, against his arm. The velvet material ran down the front of his gown and in three bars on each arm. Along the way was the hood that draped over his neck to indicate the status of his degree. A good four-feet--for any doctorate's degrees--the hood was colored with golden yellow--for science--and light blue--for education--to indicate what set of studies he got his degrees in. It was a real honor, yet he had to admit, he never really liked wearing a gown.

He blinked once, then twice and finally turned to face her. She was wearing a pair of loose-fit dress pants, with a light pink blouse. She had already been in her own graduation gown--a bachelor's degree designed gown, long-pointed sleeves with an untrimmed front that had to be closed--putting up anymore final touches. Her status on the hood, which was 3'1/2" feet long, was also golden yellow and light blue. And despite the size of it, it made her pregnancy that less noticeable, even if everyone knew she was expecting. He pulled her close to him, laying a kiss on her soft warm lips. The two of them melted into the arms of the other as they stood there in silence.

After a moment, Kim had pulled away to look up at her husband. Confusion fell over her face. "What was that for, Handsome?" she asked.

He could only shrug before pulling her into another kiss. This one carried more passion in it. After a moment, he had took a step back to look at her, a little smile passed his lips. "Love you, Beautiful." She could only smile before pulling him into a hug, but not before planting her own passionate kiss on his lips. "Love you, too." After another moment in each other's arms, she had slowly pulled away to look at herself over in the mirror. She raised her arms up to her shoulders letting out a sigh as she shook her head. It was clear that she wasn't liking the formal-wearing tradition of a Reefside High graduation. "Did you have to do this last year, Tommy?"

The man in black walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her neck and laying a kiss on her cheek. "Yeah, I did. I didn't like it then, I don't like it now. But it is tradition. I guess since we're on the other end of the spectrum--as the teachers--we get more respect by upholding a formal ocassion such as this."

"I feel like a judge," she whined before feeling another warm kiss land on her cheek from her husband.

"A very pregnant judge," Tommy added with a chuckle.

She grumbled, pulling away and slapped him on the shoulder. "Not funny. This is your baby, too."

He held up his hands in surrender and laughed. "Hey, I know. I just thought I could crack a joke or two before we had to get all serious and all."

She let out a sigh and turned to face him, helping him zip up his gown and fix the hood around his neck. "So, are you ready for that big speech, Dr. Oliver? And have you told the teens?"

Tommy mock smiled; chuckled, then shook his head. "Not funny--despite the status this gown shows--but that is not the point. And unfortunately, I haven't told the teens. But I'd like to keep it that way. The only ones who knows about me giving this speech is you, me and Elsa."

"Well, then, don't mess up."

Tommy mock-smiled before laughing again. "I'll try not to..."

But before he could finish his sentence his cell phone began to ring. And according to the ringer, he knew that it was Adam. For a moment, he froze as his heart began to sink with fear of terrible news. He reached into his pocket and flipped open his phone as he slowly moved away. "Hey, man, what's up?"

Adam had been hesitant on his side of the call. It was clear that the next set of words that would come out of his mouth would be hard to get out. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I did all I could, but..." He forced air back into his lungs as he cleared his throat trying to push back the tears. "Anton didn't make it."

Tommy just felt his knees buckle and lock as he collapsed onto the side of the bed. His heart sunk lower in his chest as he lowered his head, shielding his eyes and trying to clear away any tears that wanted to fall. "When did it happen?"

"Only a few minutes ago, man," Adam replied simply.

"And Trent? Have you told...?" Tommy began, but his friend finished it for him.

"He was right here in the room when it happened."

Tommy shuddered in fear as he tried to keep the tears back, the fear, and thoughts about how Trent was feeling about the entire thing. He knew that the teen was crushed, and may not be any mood to do his speech or talk to anyone for the entire day. He would have to find a way to comfort him, but knew that he couldn't break it to the rest of his teammates about the tragic event. He knew that Trent would be the one to tell them, but he had a right to know. He was after all Trent's official legal guardian until Anton recovered...but he did not. Now, he had custody of the teen despite the fact Trent was a legal adult at the age of 18. "So, how is he taking it?"

"To tell you honestly, man, I know he is hurting a lot, but he didn't show it to me. He's still gonna go on with the speech, but I suggest you give him some space for awhile. You know how he can be from time to time."

"Yeah, I do. Well, thanks, man. I'll talk to you later." After Tommy had said good-bye he had lowered his head trying to bury his head into his lap. He was shuddering with more fear as he let the tears break from his eyes.

His former colleague and friend was gone. The man he had looked up to for more reasons than not was gone. And he knew how legal terms would get for the teen in white, and that's what he didn't want him to deal with right now. But what could he say, or tell him-his son. Trent was now his own. He didn't know what to believe or think at that moment until he found an arm wrap around his back, the other around his waist as he laid his head on the waiting shoulder of his wife.

It was clear at that moment that no words could be spoken among the two of them, but Kim knew exactly what was said in that conversation. Kim laid several kisses on his head before pulling him as close as she could. She had to admit that the entire week was one with far too much stress than she had needed in her time as a woman. In her time as a pregnant woman.

Then the tragic events of the terrible day shook through her head again as tears began to well in her eyes. When she had been talking to Conner earlier on that Friday, things were cool. It was calm--a little nerve-wrecking--but it was not big difference. She had enjoyed the company of the red dino ranger from time to time at lunch when he would hang out in the gym. She always felt that she needed to help him cope the most with his position as leader of the team. But things were different that day. It was the final day she would look at him as a senior at Reefside High. He would be a graduate and become something more in his future. And when she had walked into the science hall and rounded the corner, her heart just stopped.

She didn't even know what to think at that moment. She could only remember seeing an assailant had a gun pointed right at her husband's chest, his finger wavered over the trigger. Her entire body locked with fear. She had seen danger in the eyes several times, but somehow, things were different now. This was more a reality than worrying about 30-story high monsters or if Mindshatter would set up some other evil plan.

The events played in her head like a broken record. And when she saw the very moment and heard the gun go off, she jumped. Gave out a squeal just as she felt Tommy's protective arms wrap around her. She blinked back into reality as she felt his grip tighten around her not wanting to let go. She didn't want to let go herself as she melted into his embrace. But as she had rather absently told him they needed to head out, he had loosened his grip around her.

Getting to their feet, letting special breathing exercise escape their lips, they had found their composure again. They would have to be strong. It was a day to celebrate a new chapter of their friends' lives. And they weren't about to ruin it with the pain of what happened in the last few weeks.

Kim turned to face the mirror one last time. She made final preparations and proceeded to follow Tommy out of the room. With Serena set in her own decked out style, in Ecko Red gear, the trio had moved onto the Reefside High Stadium.

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Reefside High Stadium. 7:15am.

It was a bright and beautiful morning at the stadium. This stadium where many football and soccer games were played. There were rallies and petitions held there. It was the last place where all of the seniors were caught at, that Thursday before the tragedy event, to capture more memories and sign each others' yearbooks. It was where they had taken a huge class picture months ago; the senior class of 2005 sat in the stands to capture the very thing that linked them together. Nothing could make the day that less perfect or significant.

Ethan James had arrived early as he walked from the senior parking lot over to the gym to check in and moved out onto the football stadium where several other graduates stood. This was it. He did it. He had finally made it to the day where he would graduate high school. And he never felt so relieved. He never felt so glad in his life. But this was it. This was the last time he could really look at the school as being a student. He had come a long way, and he didn't have to deny that. He and his friends.

He moved passed the set up of chairs - 292 graduates, but only 281 would be sitting there alongside him. A balloon arch was set centerstage where the graduates would be moving up toward to retrieve their diplomas. There were floral-like archs on the side of the stage where they would be coming down from and move back to their seats.

Decked out in a nice set of black slacks and a button up blue dress shirt, he was already wearing the navy blue graduation gown, his cap in hand. The silver cord, to define him as one of the honor graduates in the class, laid over his neck--he ranked number 23. Greeting his friends and other seniors with a handshake or a hug, he tried to keep his tears back. This was it. They had done it. They were graduating from Reefside High School.

He continued on looking at the ground, seeing the evidence of dead grass below him. From this perspective it wasn't as clear, but he knew from the stands, it could be seen easily. Aside from several other pranks, this was one successful one. The dead grass on the ground had written out the 'Class of 2005 was here' for all to see.

"Ethan!" a voice called out to him as he looked up to see the yellow DT ranger race over to him.

Kira Ford's graduation gown was a sky blue color; a tradition for the graduating girls to wear. She already had her cap on her head, but it was clear she was frustrated with it, holding onto it as she ran. She wore a set of nice dress pants, with her knee-high boots and a nice yellow flannel shirt. As soon as she made it over to Ethan, she literally crushed him into a tight bear hug, which he knew she picked up from Aisha.

He winced under the air that escaped her lips, and it was either she was freaked about something, or just as happy to see this day as him. "Kira, I can't breathe. Mind giving me some air?"

She blushed as she let him go fixing the cap atop her head. She grumbled as she replaced the bobby pins to keep it in place. "Oh my god. Today is the day. We're finally graduating."

He nodded slowly. "I know. It's crazy. I mean, after all that we've been through, I am almost surprised that we made it this far."

"I'm just glad that we did, especially after last week," Kira had to admit as she felt a lump fill her throat. She knew, just like any of them, that this was one of the longest and hardest weeks to get through. Not only did she feel like, she herself, was no longer a worthy power ranger or hero, but she felt at a loss knowing how many people had been stricken by the horrid incident on these grounds nearly one week ago.

Ethan knew as much as her how much something like this was hurting their stamina as heroes. They felt worthless and helpless more now than they did when their powers were getting drained, they demorphed painfully, or their zords were captured. It was like a whole part of their heart was ripped out of them and stomped into the ground.

They just never thought they could find a way out of this, but somehow, they were still here. They were still breathing, and now, they were here to play off the other part of their lives. Being seniors in high school getting ready to graduate and set out into the real world. And if they had it right--or as their mentor had put it--they would have to decide about hanging up the morpher--no, not hand over the powers. Those powers will forever be theirs no matter where they may go-just no longer be a ranger. They were young men and a young woman set to look at another part of their lives. Their future as people who would make a difference in the world without being a superhero.

Ethan opened up his arms again, pulling his little sister close to him as he let their mixed emotions melt away. "What's past is past, Kira. We have to move on. Without a doubt, it will be long and hard to overcome, but we gotta for everyone else." He tried to tell that to himself--had heard it from his mentor numerous times--but he was struggling to get past all that has happened in a matter of two years.

Kira slowly pulled out of his comforting embrace as she cleared away the small line of tears that escaped her eyes. After she had gotten a chance to calm down, she looked up and smiled at her friend in the navy blue graduation gown. He smiled back at her just as someone had cleared his throat behind the two of them.

Conner McKnight stood before them. And though he was still wearing red underneath his graduation gown, it was hard to picture him in anything but that color. The duo was too used to seeing the red garbs on their leader that looking at him in any other color just didn't seem to fit the standards. He had been dressed in a nice set of black slacks with a long-sleeved red dress shirt. Either they hadn't noticed it, or he just got a haircut, but his hair was closely cropped, in a wet and messy mix on his head. It wasn't as out there as it was during the last two years of his high school career.

Kira had moved to be encased by the tall teen as he wrapped his arms around her, a smile passed his face as he felt their sibling bond grow. "Hey, Conner. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing a little better. I mean, this day was supposed to be happy, so we'd better make it as damn close to it as we can," the teen in red admitted before breaking the embrace and moving over to encase his best friend in a bear hug.

"Now, there's the Conner we're longing to hear from. Congratulations, man. You did it. You're graduating despite slacking off for nearly the entire year," Ethan had to crack a joke after the two broke the embrace. He patted his friend on the shoulder as a smile passed his face.

"Not just me, Slacker No. 2," Conner laughed as he wrapped an arm around Ethan. "We all did it. We made it to the end. We are practically set to head out into the real world."

"Let's just hope the real world is ready for us," Kira added as a smile passed her face.

"They won't be!" Ethan laughed. "'Cuz we are the Power Rangers."

Conner couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head, shoving Ethan to the side. Kira mock-punched Ethan in the face as he played out a stumble from her impact.

But the intercom sounded and it was time for the seniors to report back to the gym and set themselves up for roll call. Conner wrapped an arm around both of his friends and pulled them along with him as they headed for the gym.

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On one side of the bleachers housed half of the senior class of 2005, the other half sat on the other set of bleachers in the respective order they needed to be. The gold cord recipients-- the top 3 of the class would be leading the ceremony. Trent was among them, though just as glad to be there, something else seemed to linger in his mind. His friends could tell, but didn't want to question it. They figured he was just nervous about giving his speech as they watched his lips move as if recalling the speech over and over in his head. The silver cord recipients had followed closely behind them while the rest of the class was set up in alphabetical order from where the cord holders broke from the other students. Not that they were trying to show who was on the smart end of the perspective and who wasn't, that was just the tradition at Reefside High. After getting situated, and re-arranged as need be, the counselors of Reefside High continued to instruct the graduating class of 2005 on the procedure of the ceremony.

This was their time. This was their day. It was all about them. And though there were many happy faces over the fact it was over, there was--without a doubt--still sadness looming in the air.

The teaching staff of Reefside High had also been divided into two. They would be situated at the left and right of the stage looking out at their students. Talking among themselves, they watched the mixed feelings of the students. Smiles fell over many of their faces, but they--just like anyone else--were also shaken by what had happened only one week ago.

"Now, remember to smile big, Class of 2005. This is your day. This is your time to shine. Congratulations and we all wish you well," the head counselor spoke with a bright smile on her face.

Minutes had passed.

It was time to start the procession. Led by two top students from the junior class--all were suited in white graduation gowns, minus the caps--the first of the teachers had moved out of the gym and toward the stadium. And in a line, the rest of the teachers moved out followed by two other junior escorts and the gold cord recipients on each side moving toward the double doors that would take them out into the stadium.

Hearing the band play an introduction, The Gladiator Theme Song, cheering and screaming began to echo from the stadium stands. The band and choir was situated behind the graduates as the sound they played was carried through the loudspeakers.

But it had slowly faded away, and then the start of "Pomp and Circumstances" began as the teachers began to file in from both sides of the stage, making it around the outer edge of where the graduates down the middle and into their seats stationed at the sides of the stage. Standing tall, smiling and looking at the packed bleachers as they were filled with family, friends and several other guests. The administrators were already on the stage among the directors of the District 33 School Board of Education and distinguished guests from the elementary schools and juniors highs to join the ceremony.

And as soon as the two following junior escorts stepped onto the field on the outer edge of where the graduates would be sitting, more cheering and noise came from the stance. And in sync to each side of the stage, one by one, the graduates slowly walked out onto the field. They followed the outer edge rounded the back of the chair setup and walked down the center until they began to line up to their designated chairs, smiles and happiness filled each of them.

The stands rang with loud noise from horns, megaphones, screaming and any other noise the crowd managed to create. And slowly, all of the graduates had filed onto the field and into their designated seats. The song continued to play as the graduates turned to the stands, waving and smiling. Others could care less and just want to get their diploma and bounce, but it was just a day that none of them would forget.

After the song had ended and the ROTC had presented the colors and flags along with the Star Spangled Banner, the graduates had settled down into their chairs. The screaming subsiding for just a little bit but support and cheers allowed the high school principal Michelle "Elsa" Santos, to slowly make her way up to the mic, standing up. Due to the injury, however, she was in a wheelchair. She would be on crutches by the time the first month of her recovery was met, but she had shown a lot of stamina and strength through the last week of school that many people had respected about her. That though she had gotten shot, she was still holding on strong. She showed no signs of fear and had made it clear that despite her injuries, she still had a purpose to keep the school intact. But her address to the class would have to be short considering what she was told about resting and recovering.

"Thank you, and you all may be seated. Good morning. It is a great honor to welcome all of you here--students, staff, friends, family and distinguished guests--to the Reefside High School Stadium on this bright and beautiful day of May 28th, 2005 as we present to you the 10th graduating class to this school," she had announced as the cheering rocked the stands and several graduates. "My name is Michelle Santos and I am the principal here at Reefside High School. Today, we have, before us, 281 graduates who have met the requirements to obtain a high school diploma from School District 33. And I ask all of you here, to join me in a few moments of silence for all those who could not join us on this day. Their dreams will never be forgotten or the memories they have created for this high school and the future they could have had."

Heads lowered and silence fell over the stadium as everyone present had paid their respects to their fallen classmates and teachers.

After the silence, Principal Santos had continued on and spoke of how the traditions of Reefside High was highly acknowledged on a day like today, and that it would be disrespectful to scream out of turn when the names would be called. Each graduate deserved to hear their name as well as the parents and guests who had come to see them. After she had completed her introductions, she had handed the floor over to the Student Body President to present the welcoming remarks to the class.

As president of the student body, Kevin Mitchell Bergham was among other students from all four grades of the school, who ran the pep rallies and fun assemblies throughout the year. He was among one of the best soccer players at the school next to Conner, and always found a way to look at the bright side of things. He was also a whiz at playing poker; it was his passion without a doubt.

His speech had clearly spoke of how life would move in ways that people wouldn't understand if they didn't stop to look at it. He had spoke of the feelings that life was too short to be serious about, and it should always be about fun. He even pulled in the famous words from Ferris Bueller.

"...'Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once and awhile, you're gonna miss it. Well, see ya later,'" Kevin said with a bright smile as the graduates rocketed into a line of cheering.

After the bands had presented another piece to the graduates, an original piece to the school itself, the next speaker had took the stand. As their Senior Council President, Stella Lynn Cruz was one that had shaped many people's lives throughout high school. She was student council president all four years she stayed at that high school, and made sure to carry on her dreams and compassion for the future. And she would be addressing them with the Senior Class Address.

Her speech had consisted of life lessons learned. She had spoke that people would make mistakes, but that no one should dwell on the could haves, would haves, should haves of life but dream and live for what could be done in the present. Even throughout her speech, she had gotten more emotional when it came down to talking about how the people around her had shaped her life in so many ways. That friends she could have had and friends she will remember forever will never leave a place in her heart. Tears seem to shake up some of the students, especially those who were rather close to her. She had even dedicated a segment to the retired personnel of the staff and other educators in the district and spoke about the fallen comrades who had dreams too.

"...we have paved the way into the present. Now, it is our time to move on into the future. We must understand that we can build our own kingdoms and become more than we would have expected. Congratulations class of 2005 and thank you," Stella said as she cleared the tears from her eyes and took a step back.

It was a tradition at Reefside High to have the first recipient of his/her diploma go to the Senior Council President. Following suit would be the valedictorian and then the salutatorian. Then it would read off the Top 3-the gold cord holders--and then the Top 12-the silver cord holders. The rest of the students were read in alphabetical order to avoid revealing who was really at the top and who wasn't.

Then their senior class song, a song that was voted on by the seniors, played. It was Green Day's "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)." And after the presentation of the honored staff and teachers the commencement ceremony had moved onto the valedictorian.

It was no real surprise to anyone after people looked at the numbers, but many would complain about how the system ran. But the results were in and the status stood. Erin was in fact the valedictorian, which made a close running mate of Megan to take her place as salutatorian. Trent had kept his spot right at number three in the class.

Erin Alicia Reid was a teen with a lot of activities under her shoulders. She was not only involved with numerous clubs and organizations, she was involved in sports, too. She was always one who focused on getting good grades, but didn't hesitate to have fun and hang out with friends. Her G.P.A. had stood at a 4.3 status.

Her speech had gone off to start making a dedication to the people who had changed her life: friends, family, staff and others present. With that said, tears had already begin to start in her eyes. She also left some remarks about her fallen classmates and left behind some inspiring quotes she had managed to get from them at one point or not. As she continued to address the class and the guests to the ceremony, she had looked at those who had inspired her as well as her fellow classmates.

She had continued to speak of how it was a place like this, out on the stadium--or in the gymnasium--is where a person would find a long line of Gladiators in one area. That the sounds they had been used to for four years would now be far behind them and they would move on and search out new challenges and success in life. She had said that they all had talents that the world had yet to discover and find out about.

"...now, take with you the memories of your past as you move onto a new future, class of 2005. Take with you these skills as we move on, my fellow classmates. Congratulations and let your future burn brightly in the dreams you have set before you. Thank you and God Bless You All," Eric said with a smile as she wiped away the tears that fell.

After a few moments to grasp her inspirational words, it was time for the Salutatorian to take the stage. As a close competitor to Erin, Megan Ann Smith had managed to get off with a G.P.A. of 4.291 on her transcript. She was an athlete herself, but her passion was more on challenging herself. She was always one to complain about how things never got done and would take action to try and fix it. Yet, there were plenty of people who felt she had cheated her way to the top--and she did--but this was no time to take her out. The evidence just wasn't there to prove her guilty though many people knew she had snuck to the top by cheating all the way up there.

She had began her speech like Stella and Erin with a shout-out to her friends, family and teachers who had changed her life. She had continued to go on speaking the truth that she was no real speech giver and that she had enjoyed the intense challenge of having her spot at the top of the class. She had spoke of how people would dwell about the past, but that it should not be done. That a person should carry with them the experiences they have and bring it with them into the future.

"...take with you what you have learned for these past four years of high school and bring it with you to a new part of your life. You will begin to understand that these experiences will do more for you than you'll ever know. If your mind can conceive it, and your heart can believe it, than you can achieve it. Congratulations class of 2005 and thank you," Megan smiled and took a step back.

A stadium full of more cheers and another song to present to the class, Reefside Excellence (The Alma Mater). Still lined with mixed emotions, the graduates sat rather uncomfortably and anxious to fly through the next set of speeches, get to their diplomas, turn their tassels and head out the door, but to many, they were locked in their own thoughts about the day.

Then the song ended, applause erupted and it was now the moment of truth. Trenton Jeffrey Fernandez--third in the class with a G.P.A. of 4.25--caught his breath as he heard his name get announced and he found his feet carry him up the stairs and onto the stage. For a long time, he had sat there like a motionless zombie. He had arrived right when the graduates were getting situated in the gym, and had no time to greet his friends. But it wasn't like he was ignoring them. When they were getting arranged on the bleachers, he had looked across the way, smiling and waving at his friends. Ethan was on his side of the divide behind him and to the right by three seats. Kira and Conner were situated on the other side of the divide.

But as he got onto the stage, and throughout the entire commencement celebration, he had sat there absently watching those who gave speeches come and go. He heard their words, but nothing more. It was like all the cheering and applause were muffled and a good distance away. He heard the music, but as he seemed to look to anyone, there was nothing. Their faces--all of a sudden--didn't seem familiar. Everyone before him looked like strangers.

He made his way around to the back of the podium and looked around. All eyes on him. From behind him, the administrators and distinguished guests sat with curiosity to hear what he had to say; his fellow classmates as well. He turned his head to the crowd of people in the stands, and though he had spotted the line of people he had grown close knit to--his ranger family--it didn't seem like it would be the same. His eyes darted to the staff members of Reefside High as their eyes fell on him pondering what was on his mind and what he would say.

Then his eyes had locked with the science teacher. His mentor and teammate on the field. Dr. Thomas A. Oliver was like the father he had wished his father, Anton Mercer, was more like. But that's what crushed him. He couldn't compare his science teacher--his second legal guardian--to his adoptive father. They were two totally different people; that's what made them unique and special in their own way. They carried their own words of wisdom in ways for him to grasp and understand. He watched as a simple nod urged him to go on, and Trent turned to look at his classmates again. And he was glad to have known the man as more than just his science teacher.

He had not realized in those past few seconds, he had lost all train of thought. As he pulled out his speech that was hidden on the shelf of the podium and looked it over, it looked like a foreign language. It didn't make any sense to him at all. He let out a breath, cleared his throat and adjusted the mic to his level.

He tapped it a few times hearing the feedback resonate off of it as he touched it. Taking in another breath, he looked up and watched as his classmates waited for him to speak. But again, as he looked at them, none of them seemed at all familiar to him. They looked like he had never seen any of them before. "Good morning! I want to thank you personally--friends, family, distinguished guests, the staff here at Reefside High and you--Class of 2005--for making a day like this possible. We did it. We made it to the end, my fellow classmates. We worked long and hard and our efforts will finally pay off as we all long to get our diploma set out before us." He hesitated for a moment and looked down at the words typed out on the page. None of that was nowhere near what was written on the page, nor did he expect the rest of his speech would follow suit. He shook his head as he pulled up the paper.

He looked out into the crowd, could see some familiar faces--or so they looked--but he wasn't so sure. He still felt like he was in a trance; he felt like he was outside of himself. "I was asked personally to address you guys as a guest senior speaker only a few weeks ago, and back then I had no idea what I would say. I spent countless hours writing up a speech and this is what you see before you on this sheet of paper. But to tell you honestly what I think of that speech right now..." he began to rip it apart. It was clear that it had surprised nearly everyone there as the remains of his speech dropped to the ground like confetti.

He leaned against the podium centering his attention fully on the students--his fellow graduates--before him. "This is it, you guys. We have waited far too long for this event; many of us have called in relatives and friends from all over to see us graduate. It is a momentous occasion. It is supposed to be happy. And many of you know exactly how I am when it comes to giving out speeches. I'm not good at it. I would never really be caught in the sight of a camera, but would prefer to be behind the scenes. That's who I am. But today and for many more days before you, I am a changed person. And you know why? You want to know why?

"It is from people like you. And I don't mean that in a bad way at all. Because no matter what, each of you brings a line of skills and differences that could shape the world in new ways. We are the future. We hold in our hands the control to choose how our future will be. How the future of this planet will be. And to me, that is what defines each and every one of you as a hero, whether you'd believe it or not. Heroes come in many different forms, and what I see before me is a class full of them. So, will we follow in the footsteps of our forefathers and destroy it, or actually make a difference? Some of you will go straight to college, some will work, others will become complete bums and even some of you will go into the military and serve our country. But for all of you, I hope you choose a path that you enjoy."

Trent had caught his breath for a moment, and he had not realized that his voice was cracking. Not because he was nervous, but he was nearly breaking out into tears. He tried to collect his composure as he let air into his lungs. He searched the crowd again, and saw his eyes lock with his girlfriend. For a moment, he could find comfort and calmness in those eyes. He searched and found Ethan and Conner as well; and soon the class before him began to reveal friends he could never forget. "For as long as I could remember, many of you have looked at me as a guy who had everything in the world. I was a rich guy, spoiled to nearly every aspect that many of you loathed about me. But did I ever act any different to you? I didn't want to be judged by the money I had under my wing. That's not how I want people to judge me. I wanted you to judge me for who I am as an individual. And that is how you should look at each other. Don't judge a person by the car they drive, the style they wear or just because they are Asian, Black, White, Mixed or any other perspective of the rainbow. Judge them by who they are as an individual.

"I saw that when I found a friendship in a new line of people. And to many of you, you may never understand how my best friends seem to be my total opposites. But that's where diversity and giving others a chance comes into play. Don't be afraid to explore new things. I was the new guy in town. I didn't share that many memories like many of you have had for nearly your entire life. Some of you have been friends forever, others just in this high school career or year alone. I've only been here in Reefside for two years, but I've created my own set of memories I will never forget. Others of you came right along with me, but take a look around you. Look at the person right next to you and what do you see? Another face--maybe not a friend--but only someone you know by name or not at all. Look at their face and remember it because this will not be the last time you will see them. Do you hear me? This will not be the last time, whether you think so or not."

Trent took another breath as he tried to keep his composure. It was clear that his shoulders had dropped and he was bothered by something. He looked up as his eyes fell on the three people he had called his friends for life, a family and love he could turn to to find comfort in. And that's what he needed right now. He looked over his shoulder to the two very people who had acted like his parents in the last few months, Dr. Oliver and his wife, Coach Hart-Oliver. Then he looked back at his classmates as he felt the tears run down his face. But no longer foreign to him, he knew many of them now. His voice croaked as he tried to force out the next set of words from his mouth.

"Cherish life, my fellow students. It is far too short to take seriously or live it sitting on your butts doing nothing. Tragedy hit this school only one week ago, and our fellow peers will never get a chance to follow their dreams just like we have before us. But they will never be forgotten. It is up to each of us to face the facts and know how to live without them. I will not lie, it won't be easy. It hasn't been easy, but no one expects it to be. That is life. This is life. So, dream. You gotta dream because without it you will never make it far in life. As long as you set up goals and have dreams, you will make it. You can achieve what you hoped to accomplish if you believe. And I believe in all of you; you can do so much with your life.

"If only you guys knew--right now--what I have gone through as an individual, and to some of you, you know exactly what I am talking about. I truly dedicate this speech to you people who have forever changed my life and gave me something more to live for. To the very people who gave me life, my real parents, Ron and Gina Fernandez, thank you for showing me a new way to live. To take me out of the struggle you had lived with and gave me a new home. You believed in me no matter what I decided to do. To my friends--there are too many to name--I look out at you--the class of 2005--and find a friend in each of you. You guys are the reason I can come up here and share such inspiring words for you. To the love of my life, Kira, I want you to know that you showed me a whole new world. A world I never knew existed until I met you. And you proved to me that anything is possible and that no matter what happens you will always have a special place in my heart. To you, Principal Santos, you kept me sane. You watched over me like a caring mother and friend and made sure that my family business would not crumble. To the educators: you are the reason we sit here before you. Without your knowledge, wisdom and caring natures, we wouldn't be sitting here before you getting ready to step out into the real world. To you, personally, Dr. Oliver and Coach Oliver, the two of you had been like my second parents while my father was out there trying to make a difference in the world and I thank you for everything. To the rest of you out there in the stance--whoever you are--I hope you continue to impact these young people's lives. Our lives in ways only you can carry with you."

Trent caught his breath as he looked down trying to catch his breath. He was hurting. He needed comfort. He needed to get this out of his system. But he was hurting, and he watched as sadness and tears fell over his fellow classmates. He was getting to them. And he had no real idea what was coming out of his mouth. It was just coming out. "To you...to you, Anton...my second father..."

At that moment, Kira's eyes never seemed to move from their spot as they locked on her boyfriend on the stage. She knew just as any of his friends that he never liked to give speeches. Not that the words he had left to say were rather inspiring, he was one to say it in writing rather than address it. But as she had watched him for the longest time give that speech--the way he had addressed it--was clear that something was bothering him. She could only look back at the moments when they were getting situated in the gym when she had seen him. He had come late--and as much as he seemed to carry a smile on his face--Kira knew that something was really bothering him.

Looking and searching in hopes to make contact with his eyes--for only a brief moment, he had found her gaze on him--it was all she needed that told her what he was trying to get out at that very moment. Looking away, she had to figure out how to grasp what had just happened. It wasn't true. There was no way. She could feel that gaping hole in her boyfriend's heart. The emptiness of thoughts in his head that didn't seem to register what he was saying. Whatever words came out of his mouth didn't seem to lock in the thoughts of the teen at the podium. He was lost and confused inside himself. And it only meant one thing to her. Anton Mercer, Trent's adoptive father, was dead. She wish she could go up there--on stage--and give him the support he needed at that moment.

He turned away and caught his breath. His eyes locked with that of the principal and at that moment, he had seen her heart crush underneath her. Her hand moved to her chest as she fought to find a breath, her eyes dropping to her lap as she shuddered with fear. Trent clenched his fists before turning back to face his peers. "To you, Anton... I thought you never cared. I thought you just never supported me. I thought I was merely only a trophy to you. But I wasn't. I was your son. I was your own pride and joy. You really did care for me. You really did love me like the son you longed to have. And to you, dad, I will make a difference. I will shine a light on this world and prove I can become something more, no matter what tragedy I go through. I've seen more tragedy than others will ever begin to know, but I can achieve it. And so can you, class of 2005. They say you'll never appreciate something until you lose it. Well, think about that long and hard. If you can learn to live without it, than you will make it. You will grow. You will bring with you more experiences and lessons than you could ever possibly imagine. Never stop dreaming. Never stop fighting for what you believe. Congratulations, class of 2005. This is not over, nor will it ever be. Go out there and make a difference where you can. Isang diwa. Isang mahal. One spirit and one love to you all."

Trent took a step back as he felt the uproar of cheers erupt from his fellow peers. Kira was the first to her feet, the evidence of tears on her face as she clapped and cheered him on. Then Ethan and Conner had followed only a few steps behind her, and slowly the entire class of 2005 rose to their feet to give him a standing ovation. Several people from the stands and teachers joined them.

He had pulled the principal into a tight hug, whispering the very words that his father had left for him to tell to her. "I'm so sorry, Elsa. He told me he wishes the two of you could have had a better relationship but..."

The principal shook her head as she laid a kiss on his cheek. "I know, Trent. I know. And I thank you for everything you have done. He is in a better place. Hold your head high for him. And congratulations."

Trent let out a breath and turned to look back at the loud applause that rocketed through the stadium. His shoulders relaxed and he was relieved that it was finally over. But he had to admit that he didn't have a real idea of what he had just said. But it seemed to hit home if he got a standing ovation. No one else who had given a speech before him had got one. And as he slowly moved down those stairs, people would grasp his hand or give him a hug as a comfort as he slowly made it back to his chair. He lowered his head to his hands and let out several breaths. He was glad to have all of that off of his chest, but he was still struggling with his pain. But he was feeling much better, and that's what he needed.

After the crowd had settled down and found their seats again, murmuring came over the occupants of the stadium. It was the moment of true. To hear that all around important and biggest inspirational speech from whoever had been chosen to give the Commencement Speech to the graduating class of 2005. In the program, there was no name underneath that category. It only read: 'Special Guest Speaker' and nothing more.

From her seat in the wheelchair, Principal Santos had moved over to in front of the podium to look at the students before her. "Thank you, Trent for that wonderful speech. Now, it is with great honor to present to you, class of 2005, your commencement speaker. He wasn't that easy to get."

As she rolled back to her place behind the podium, murmuring fell over the students. Who was their commencement speaker? And if they had one, where was he? She did say it was a guy, right? Looking around and confused, everyone was questioning if this was a joke or just something that was not timed right or...they had no idea.

Then they heard someone begin to hum as it roared into life on the loudspeakers. Looking around, murmuring, no one had any idea what was going on. They heard it grow as if someone was going to start singing.

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away," a voice sung so smoothly, that it made everyone fall into silence over it. Looking around again with more confusion, eyes fell to the center of where the class was divided watching as something seemed to fade in and out of it almost like a phantom or ghost. There was something there and it was making its way toward the stage. "Now, it looks as though they're here to stay..."

Some in shock, others murmured and protested they were dreaming, and others not having a real clue watched as this strange wind...or whatever it was... that entered the center the aisle had moved onto the stage. Someone was going into straight a capella, and to many girls it made them swoon with its voice.

"Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I'm not the man I used to be, there's a shadow hanging over me. Oh yesterday came suddenly..."

Going through the entire song slowly to capture and captivate the audience in silence, no one could believe that someone would actually sing a song to them. Let alone, have it show some impact, especially after a moving speech like Trent's. And after the last set of words had escaped the soothing voice of this mysterious figure, standing before them at the foot of the stage before the podium was the Black Dino Thunder Ranger.

Trent raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at Ethan who was just as confused as him. The duo could only shrug. On the other side, Conner had to grip his chair to keep from moving as he tried to make sense of what was going on. He could see Kira squirm a little in her own chair as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Looking from the stage, searching through the crowd of classmates trying to find each other's eyes, the four teens didn't know what to believe.

Was it really their mentor in his ranger suit? And was he going to give them their commencement speech? And also possibly reveal who he might be? Would he do that? What was he planning to say that he hasn't said already?

The four teens, though not really communicating to one another began to search through the faces of their teachers in hopes to find their science teacher among them. And it was clear that he was not. Just like his wife, they were in the back of the line. The order in how they were situated had led more toward how long they were teachers at the school, and the duo were one of the few new teachers to the staff. But it was clear that their mentor was not there, but their P.E. teacher was there sitting among the other teachers. As their eyes centered on her, she could only wink back at them as a small smile escaped her lips.

After the shock had slowly decimated--but not by much--the black dino thunder ranger moved only slightly to show that he was still alive. That this was no image; he was the real deal. But he had not moved behind the podium. It was clear that he would address them up front from where he stood.

"Good morning, friends, family and distinguished guests here at Reefside High School. To the class of 2005, congratulations. You did it. You made it possible. You are graduating and will have more power to choose how you're life will be. Not that you've always had that option because you have. You control what you want and don't want in life. Always remember that. Many of you will try to change people around you, and it is possible. It is. I have seen it. But know that sometimes changing yourself will make all the difference in the real world.

"I stand before you, class of 2005, because I was personally asked by your principal to address you today with that inspirational commencement speech. And she said it was hard to get a hold of me, right? Actually, it wasn't. I was flattered to address you guys in such a manner. It is an honor because I've kept my eye on many of you for awhile. I was more hesitant about figuring out what I should and should not tell you. So what do I tell you guys? What should I tell you? I never got a chance to write any of this down, so bear with me. All of this is just coming from the brainpower I have locked in my head. And I must say, you guys have come a long way. Farther than many of you will ever begin to understand. I have watched you guys closely grow into intelligent and amazing young men and women over the last two years. You are our future, class of 2005. You will either destroy it or make something of it and change what you can.

"So, don't screw up, right? Well, I know that no one is perfect. Yes, even a superhero like myself is not perfect. I ain't no god. I ain't perfect. I even screwed up as a hero more times than I would have liked. I will repeat it to you; no one is perfect, Class of 2005. I won't lie to you there. We all have our bad days. We all have good days. And when I heard what happened to this school--a school with so much going for it--it crushed me. Well, not only me, but my teammates as well. They are here among you, Class of 2005, sitting before you are my fellow teammates. Do you think I'm lying to you? I'm not. They are sitting here within this assembly of students getting ready to face the real world just like any of you. And we had our fair share of shocking days. There is no way to deny that. We have seen a lot of things. I've seen more than I would have bargained for, but I'm still here. I'm dealing. I had to face a lot of things in my past and even now.

"A few years ago I was right here where you guys are sitting--well, not quite--but I graduated high school just like you. Yes, I live a normal life; or as normal as one could get with a status as huge as mine. I am your run-of-the-mill Clark Kent/Superman material right here. It's okay to laugh. I've heard them all. But that is not the point. I want to address that my status as a hero doesn't change who I am as an individual. I still gotta live up to paying for bills, working a job, provide for the family, and just live life as best as I can.

"Life is full of several twists and turns. There is no doubt about it as we have seen in this past week. That is where you can learn so much more than you could have expected from life. From times where you don't expect it at all. Challenge yourself, Class of 2005. No matter what it is, live up to the thrill and adventure of life. If you didn't, well, life would be way too boring and serious. I mean, I have to admit, these speeches I have heard today are definitely a set of amazing work that will shape how you are in the future.

"And you know what? I was there. I was there right along each of every one of you living up to the same fear and threats that day those gunmen came into the halls of Reefside High. So, I know where you're coming from. And I am not saying that any of those people who couldn't join us had a right to reach fate like they did because they didn't. And sometimes, we can't change what happens. We gotta be ready to embrace what is about to happen.

"And this is exactly what is happening to you guys right now. You are closing an old chapter in your lives and starting up a new one. It's all about the concept of alpha and omega--the beginning and the end--you can't have one without the other. That is how life is. You gotta expect it to change. You gotta expect that life won't always run to your liking, but as long as you keep your head high and believe that you can do anything, you will make it.

"I mean that. I'm not as shady as I may seem in real life. I've heard you guys. Seen you guys say that about a guy like me. I wouldn't blame you because I want you to know, wherever you go, you'll always find someone not to your liking. It could be a group of people, or it could be one person, but whatever the case may be, these people have some sort of talent just as any of you. We are all unique, despite what race, age, or gender may say about you. We carry with us the knowledge and beliefs that make us who we are. I'm not trying to drill all this philosophy down your throats, but I just want you to know that some people say the real world is easy. Others say it's not.

"Well, you won't know until to really live the experience yourself. Explore, Class of 2005. Don't be afraid to do that. And sometimes--maybe many times--you will fall or burn. But you just gotta get up and keep going until you can't anymore. We all fall. No one is perfect. We are all vulnerable. You guys think life is easy as a superhero? It's not. It really isn't. But that is not the point. What really matters is you guys and where you will go with your futures, and I know you guys will be able to pull it off. You'll make it. Never doubt yourself or it will only make things worse.

"Lemme tell you guys another thing. Like I told you before, I have watched you guys evolved over the last two years, and you have come a long way. Don't stop here. There is a whole other world for you guys to explore no matter what it may be. And many of you would be surprised to see what you will find. The memories you have created will never be forgotten by myself, the educators of this school and the lives of your friends, family and fellow peers. You have many more to create and remember. Each of you has a spirit that keeps you going through the years; guides you in ways you may never understand. And some of you may never find it or go your entire life searching for it. Don't worry about that. Just go out there and have some fun."

For a moment, the black dino ranger had fallen silent. When he had looked up, it seems his gaze had centered on a particular set of four teens. Conner had to shift in his chair as he looked away. He didn't know what to say. He was speechless and appalled at the ranger's speech. But he was used to the advice his mentor had given to him. But somehow, it had hit home in ways only he could feel. Kira had to hold her breath just to find a way not to cry. She had always loved to hear the aspiring words from her mentor, but she could have never thought he seemed all too natural about the entire thing. That this wasn't too much of a big deal for him. Trent--the very ranger that was more open to exposure than any of them--had felt the gaze from the ranger on the stage. He had not expected it at all, for his mentor, to be the one to give the speech--no he did, actually--just not in his ranger suit. But it was a set of words, he felt really hit him in ways that only he could grasp. Ethan had to admit he was shocked to even take the sight of seeing the ranger on the stage. Though playing around in shock over the fact a ranger was giving the huge speech, he had to admit that the words he heard were one of the greatest inspiration he would have heard from his mentor. But he was glad that he did.

"I request that the presence of Trenton Jeffery Fernandez, Kira Emma Ford, Ethan Kevin James and Conner James McKnight join me here on this stage." Murmuring came from many people--especially their fellow students--as they slowly made their way to the stage, blank stares on their faces as they met the black dino ranger on stage. "Class of 2005, understand that we as superheroes do not live a perfect life. We make mistakes and we wish we could have done more for you that day tragedy hit the school. We know all about the sufferings and failures we have faced. But no one is perfect; even superheroes aren't invulnerable. We are not invincible. We break down and cry from time to time. We fall to our knees almost wishing we could just die. We are, after all, only human like any of you. And that includes these four teenagers standing before you. Congratulations, Class of 2005. Keep your heads up and always soar high for what you want in life. May the Powers Always Protect Each and Every One of You."

For the moment the four teens stood on the stage, they were star struck with confusion and fear of what was about to happen next. They thought that this man--their teammate and mentor in more ways that not--was crazy to address them in such a way. Turning to look at the man in the black ranger suit, he had taken a step back and nodded his approval.

"Trust me, rangers, it is for the best," the black dino ranger whispered as if it only passed through their ears and their ears alone.

Conner looked at his friends before pulling his cuff up into place. Ethan followed, and then Kira and Trent only a few seconds later. Motioning again--the bracelet they had fashioned for two years of their high school career--had changed into the respective morpher of the recipient.

And giving out the morphing call significant to the dino rangers, the three original rangers called out. "Dino Thunder! Power Up!"

Trent had followed only a moment after they gestured their power-up. "White Ranger! Dino Power!"

And as the respective light of their color cleared away, the Red Tyranno, Blue Tricera, Yellow Ptera and White Drago Rangers stood where the four teens stood, joining their Black Brachio Ranger teammate on the stage.

Silence fell over the entire crowd of people sitting before them. It felt like they were being observed for huge experimentations, and it was clear that none of them wanted to deal with that. The worse feeling in the world would be to find out and admit who they were to the world, or even a line of people like this and have their cover blown.

But as the silence continued, none of the rangers could make sense of what was going on. Why was the crowd so quiet? Were they just too shocked to realize what had just happened? Or could they not believe that for the longest time, even clear speculations, had pinpointed the very source of the Power Rangers to these five standing there on the stage?

Then in a strange way, almost like robots, the crowd of students and those present rose to their feet, applauding and cheering loudly toward the five DinoThunder Rangers. In sheer shock, and the feel of this energy, it nearly took the rangers off-guard. They took small steps back looking around to see hands raise up, cheer and applaud, and strike a cord in all of them. They were being accepted--not rejected--as they were feeling over the course of the week.

Each exchanging a warm hug with the principal, shaking hands with the school board and administrators, they showed some love by waving to the audience. Despite the fact some of them swooned--now knowing who the rangers were--none of the graduates had moved from their spots to greet the rangers.

The team had displayed another graceful kata for the crowd, before taking a leap off the stage, as one, in front of the first row. As they came down, their suits demolished and the five rangers had ended up back in their civilian form. With the crowd slowly dying down with cheers and applause, more confusion and shock filled those present.

Seeing as they had found out who the other rangers were, none of them had a real idea of who was the black DT ranger until he had revealed his identity to the rest of the world. Standing among the four graduates was Dr. Thomas A. Oliver, science teacher at Reefside High.

Resettling and after the shocked had died down, the head counselor had moved to the stage. She had begun to speak about the class, of the numerous scholarships and acceptances to some of the most prestigious universities and academies located throughout the U.S.A, among other awards and recognitions. She had to even admit the new surprise in four teens and a certain science teacher.

"...so, I'd like to introduce to you, the School Board of District 33, to the graduation class of 2005. Each senior here has some great potential in their futures, and I am indeed, proud of all of you. Congratulations Class of 2005 and Good Luck in whatever you do."

More cheering and rocketing loudness filled the air as the school board members moved to either side of the stage. The very diplomas on the table was unveiled, the ribbons holding them in bundles, falling free. This was the moment many of them were looking for. To get their diplomas--one of the only schools in the area who got the actual diploma inside the holder unlike several other schools--turn their tassels and run free to the fact they were no longer high school students.

The assistant principals of the school, Mr. Gorman and Mr. Titus, would be reading the names of each graduate as they made their way to the stage. The first row slowly rose to their feet and moved to the center of the stage, moving up the small flight of stairs. As they heard their name called, each of them would be presenting a small token--a brand-new 2005 penny--to the principal of the school before turning to receive their diploma, shake a member of the school board's hand and preceed back to their seats.

In respect to the fallen seniors of the Class of 2005, their names were read first as a set of blue, sky blue and silver balloons were unleashed into the sky for them. Then slowly, the rest of the names were read as friends, family and others cheered and/or applauded each graduate on.

"...Trenton Jeffery Fernandez..."

"...Ethan Kevin James..."

"...Cassidy Angus Cornell..."

"...Devin Dwayne Delvalle..."

"...Kira Emma Ford..."

"...Conner James McKnight..."

And when the last of the names were called and all of the graduates had been situated, more cheering and applauses erupted from the stands and some of the seniors. Principal Santos slowly pulled herself to her feet and made her way over to the podium. Waiting and requesting for silence, she had announced the retirement of the colors as the ROTC took the flags from their posts and proceeded to leave the stadium with them.

After the group was well off the field, the stands erupted with more loud cheers, noisemakers and whistling as eyes averted back to the principal of Reefside High School.

"Class of 2005, you have now graduated as individuals, each of you receiving the very diploma from this school you came from, now it is time for you to graduate as a whole. I ask that each and everyone of you move your tassels from left to right," she had paused for the moment.

The crowd rocketed with more noise and cheers as the class of 2005 at Reefside High had turned the tassels on their caps to the respective side of the mortarboard.

"Congratulations. Class of 2005, you are dismissed!" Principal Santos nearly yelled over the cheering, addressing the class for one final time.

Then as if on cue of that being said, a set of Thunderbirds rocketed through the sky as a line of balloons were released into the air. And several graduates moved to throw their caps high into the air, some of them whipping out silly string as it flew through the air. Other began to hug each other or shake hands as it ended the ceremony.

Spreading out across the field, the graduates waited on their friends and family from the stands as they slowly moved their way to the field.

Embracing each other in warm hugs and smiling faces, the four teenagers known as the Dino Thunder Rangers had made their way to the side of the stage to catch their breath. They had done it. They were now graduates of Reefside High and now set for the real world.

"We did it," Ethan breathed as he let out a breath.

"I can't believe it," Conner managed to push open a smile. "We graduated."

Though, happy, it was clear that Trent was still upset with the loss of his father. For a long time, Kira had wrapped her arms around him and just held him close to her as his tears of joy and sadness drenched her shoulder.

"Neither can I," another voice had spoke from behind as the four teens turned to see the science teacher and P.E. teacher looming over them.

Squealing in happiness, Kim had collected the blue and red dino rangers into a tight hug congratulating them. And she had quickly moved to the young couple and embraced them in a hug. Conner and Ethan were caught up in their own bear hug by their science teacher before he knocked off their caps and began to ruffle their hairs, or what he could for Ethan.

"So, you guys are officially young men and women ready to set forth into the real world. Are you ready for this?" Dr. Oliver asked them before wrapping an arm around Ethan and Conner again.

"I don't know. Do you think the world is ready for us?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"With a genius mind like yourself, I think you'll do just fine." the teacher replied for turning to look over at the teen in red. "And you, Conner, I see you fulfilling that soccer dream you always wanted."

"Well, after things settle down, of course," Conner corrected.

Kim had moved away as she cleared away her tears. They were of happiness, but also for sadness, especially for the teen in white. She had not gotten a chance to talk to Trent on a personal basis that entire morning, and this was the only real time she had spent with him in the last few days. She pulled Trent into another warm embrace laying a kiss on his cheek.

"You know we'll always be here for you, Trent," she whispered into his ear as his grip seemed to tighten a little around her.

"I know, Coach." Trent whispered as he let the tears fall. "Thanks for everything. I mean that."

Breaking the hug again, Trent wrapped an arm around Kira laying a head on her shoulder. Switching places, the science teacher had wrapped his huge protective arms over the white and yellow dino rangers as they pulled him into a hug.

"Congrats, you guys," Dr. Oliver replied. "Now, you guys won't be stopping by the house so damn much and you can focus on being as normal as can be."

After they had broken the embrace, clearing away tears, and trying to keep from crying some more, Kira had looked up at her science teacher with curiosity. The man looked down at her and knew exactly what was on her mind.

"So, you were willing to risk it all by revealing ourselves to the entire world?" Kira asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It was for the best. Not that you guys have already gotten respect from others, but I wanted people to see and realize that we aren't perfect as human beings and as superheroes," he replied with a nod.

After a few minutes, the families of the teens--excluding Trent--had moved to take pictures and congratulate them with warm hugs, kisses and presents. Parents of the teens had even congratulated the two teachers and thanked them for all they had done for the teens.

"I knew it! There was just something about you," Brian, Kira's kid brother, blurted out as he pointed at the science teacher. "I don't know what, but just having my big sis always hanging out with you and all these crazy monster attacks and..."

Kira covered his mouth and pushed him aside. "Cute kid, when he isn't so annoying, Dr. O."

Dr. Oliver shrugged as he grasped the firm hand of Kira's father nodding toward him. "Your daughter has come a long way, Mr. Ford. You must be really proud of her."

"I am. I just never realized she also had something like this under her wing. And she never told me," he turned to look at her as Kira seemed to bury herself behind Trent.

The science teacher shook his head, as he realized there were a whole lot more questions coming from the parents of the three teens. "I can explain it all to you later. And trust me, the reason for why they had not said anything about their hero status was because of me. And it was because of me, who had decided it was time to tell the world who were are. I mean, some people may never knew the identity of the other rangers, and others do and/or will. It is all about respect and following a code of honor." The science teacher began to explain his findings and logic as well as admitting to the parents of the teens the other relation he had with his wife and how they were connected in the past as a couple and as teammates on the battlefield.

Meanwhile Eric, Conner's twin brother, had looked his brother over and his friends before shaking his head. "Dude, I never would have thought you'd be saving the world. I mean, I could understand Sensei Shane and them but you..."

"You never finished your training at the Ninja Academy," Conner countered as he wrapped an arm around his brother and began to mess up his hair.

"At least I went," Eric said as he tried to pull out of his brother's lock, but got nowhere.

"Only for disciplinary reasons, and that didn't work, so you were sent to Military School. You know if dad didn't send you you would have to deal with him on a much more personal basis."

Eric managed to pull himself out of his brother's lock but ran into the watchful and curious eyes of Ethan's older brother and sister. It was clear the siblings of the teens had many more questions for the graduates. But that would be for another time.

The rest of the ranger family, for those present, had greeted and congratulated their successors on their accomplishments and wished them well for the future.

Exchanging more hugs and congrats with other fellow graduates, the teens were locked in more pictures, and even a few autographs from the siblings of their fellow graduates. But a day that was left with happiness and fun was also left with great joy and more memories.

May 28th, 2005, the seniors of Reefside High School had graduated, but would carry with them the memories, wisdom, knowledge and skills that would carry them into a new chapter of their lives. They were on their own. They would be heading out into college or the work force. Some would head out into the military and others would just enjoy living life whatever they saw and set for their lives. But none of them would forget what happened on this day. None of them could find a way out of ever forgotting how much this day, these years, these months had shaped them in many ways.

This was the end, but it was also the beginning. And this class was full of many people that could change the world, not just the four dino thunder rangers who had a whole lot more under their wings.

Congratulations, Class of 2005!

to be continued...

A/N: Well, there you go. Chapter 49 is completed. Are you surprised with the outcome? I hope not. Not completely. I know, some of you probably didn't want Anton to die, but he had just been through too much torment. I had to put him to rest. R.I.P. Anton Latham Mercer. So, now that Chapter 49 is done..and you didn't expect I would make the rangers reveal themselves to the world did you? Well, that had to be done, too. I hope you liked it. Only one remains. So, what will that have? Well, read on and find out. May the Power Always Protect You.